For some odd reason, I found myself at Rush Limbaugh’s site, hoping to hear him say something idiotic. Turns out it costs $59.99 a year to listen to Rush online. (Makes a great gift for Dads!) Ogle the vanity portrait Rush has on every page.
Look at this guy. He looks more like an evil banker than a talk show host. The black suit and diabolical grin, the slicked back hair, the comfortable tan, the cigar poking out of his stubs. I think it's that cigar that really cements the image. Is Rush saying that he's a cigar aficionado, or is he saying that he's rich and powerful and better than you? You pick.
So did you know Jada Pinkett Smith is in a metal band? She is. Did you know that metal band is going to be playing Ozzfest this summer? It is.
The big news today is Deep Throat's identity, confirmed after 30 years. It's somewhat a letdown, and some people are still mad, but Deep Throat exposed Nixonian corruption in the midst of the Watergate cover-up, a good thing for our republic. He's also a perfect example of when an anonymous source can be useful. Take that, Newsweek bashers.
On a short note, I just got back from a long weekend in Vegas. I'm still exhausted and sluggishly trying to get back into the routine. Vegas is great, if you have the money to spend and if you're there for a few nights max. Once you stay there too long, it becomes an arduous task wandering amidst the casinos, half drunk and bone tired. I wish I could say it was a wonderful trip, but there was a lot of drama, a lot of bitching and moaning (some of it mine), and some devastating turns of events. But I did see the kid from Big, now all grown up in Honey, at the Palms, trying to remain anonymous as he waited for a cab. Only a movie geek like me would recognize him, and no one believes me. But it was him dammit!